Curtis Donovan- Run (a)


Misfits One Shot

Your eyes fluttered open to the harsh banging on your door, you brought your hand up to protect your eyes from the sunlight that normally bled through the cheap curtains but as your eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness you realised that there was no sunlight to shade yourself from. The red digits of your alarm clock began as just a red blur but slowly the number started to focus into actual number, numbers that read '04:30'.

"Get up!" The knocking which had originally disturbed you got louder and louder until your eclectic decorations were almost being shaken from the shelf. "This is Curtis, you asked for my help, you get your dumb ass up before I bust in that room and drag you out by your genitals."

"I don't mean to be rude Curtis, but what the FUCK are you doing outside my apartment trying to wake me up at four fucking thirty in the morning. I thought you were a fucking burglar, you should consider yourself lucky I wasn't given like... I don't know a cool power instead of the ability to instantly toast bread. Why the fuck was I making toast when the storm happened, that is possibly the biggest injustice since the beginning of time."

You rolled from your sheets and let Curtis in.

"What the fuck." Curtis shielded his eyes from you. "Put some clothes on, I know it's early but you still can't leave the house without any clothes on."

"Oh shit sorry, I've been sleeping naked lately, too hot for clothes." You quickly threw on whatever you could find, a pair of bright red shorts, a dirty stained vest from the washing pile and some torn trainers before stepping out into the hallway with Curtis.

"I'm glad you're taking this whole exercising thing seriously. I'm stoked that I woke up at half three this morning so that I could get here in time, you know, in time for the time that we agreed we would start so we could get some training in before community service starts." Once outside your block of flats Curtis quickly began contorting himself into various stretches and bends, prepping himself for the long run ahead. "Are you going to stand there like a dickhead or are you actually going to start stretching? If you hurt yourself because you haven't prepared properly I'm not taking the blame for it."

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Written by Aaron.

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